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07/04/24, Suzuka. Daniel Ricciardo prepares on the grid prior to the F1 Japanese Grand Prix 2024. Photos by Peter Fox, edited.

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Get Cozy Since We're Both Lonely

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chapter 2 | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Nesta x Reader

Story Summary: You lost your family in the attack on Velaris by Hybern. Nesta lost her humanity and gained a tremendous amount of trauma. Together you find a grand romance between yourselves, and an unwavering commitment to help each other.

Warnings: smut-ish, smut-lite maybe? Nothing too graphic, but a looot of kissing, very horny lol

Words: ~7k

Author's Note: oh my goooood I love this SO MUUUCH SAPPHIC NESTA YES PLEASE THANK YOU BRAIN. I would very much like to have Nesta as my wifey, thank you very much. I hope you all like this! A very different vibe than what I've been writing recently lol. But yesss enjoy my sweet Nesta being treated like the lovely person that she is! (Also this ended up sooo much longer than I expected) - oh and series name is a Watsky song, and the chapter title name is lyrics from it 🫶

18+ only pls

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She was beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Ethereal.

A goddess brought before you, rendered into flesh, perusing the stacks of your bookstore nearly every day.

The eldest sister of your High Lady had utterly captivated you from the moment you had met her, her presence never failing to draw your eyes.

She was breathtaking, yes, but it was everything about her that kept your attention. Her tastes in literature, her coffee order - two shots of espresso poured over ice - the way she dressed, how she always had her hair pulled up, her laugh, her voice.

Each new thing you learned about her, saw in her stunning blue gray eyes made you more interested in Nesta, filling your thoughts with her.

Never before had you felt infatuated with another female, though you had felt an attraction towards some.

But Nesta?

Your thoughts revolved around her visits to your bookstore, each day spent hoping that she would walk in.

It had only been a few months since you had first met Nesta, and only a few months before that since you had lost your family.

The attack on Velaris had stolen your family from you, leaving you in charge of the bookstore and coffee shop that your family had so happily run for generations.

And now it was just you.

Meeting Nesta had been the first good thing to happen to you since that fateful day, her husky voice asking if you carried any romance novels.

From those words alone, you were a goner.

An instant blush had covered your face as you led her over to said section, reluctantly leaving her to browse the titles you carried.

You wanted to know what titles interested her.

Romance had been your own favorite genre since you had been a teenager, only a decade ago. Not what your family had teased you about them being - primarily sex with no plot. No, you preferred soft writing, filled with the gentle building of feelings and, yes, occasionally ending with a few scenes of smut. But the buildup was what you preferred, and the faithful love that the characters had built between them.

And to your absolute delight, Nesta was the same. She even binge read your favorite series, Enchanted, within a week, returning every day to pick up the next book.

Each day, you felt as though her fingers brushed against yours for slightly longer, lingering as she took her receipt.

But you weren't brave enough to ask her if she felt the same overwhelming attraction and interest that you held for her. You knew that there were some fae who enjoyed the company of the same sex, but Nesta had once been a human, and you weren't sure of how accepting they were.

So you stayed quiet, drinking in every second of her presence, giving her free refills of coffee when she chose to stay and read in one of the cozy armchairs you had in front of the fireplace.

Every day you saw her kept your mind off the gaping void in your chest, filling you with warmth. The only other thing that came close to the same effect as Nesta had was the novels that had become your life. Every new book that passed into your store caught your attention, giving you something to fill your mind with.

Today has been hard. Eight months since your family had been slaughtered, and the sky was weeping with you. Hardly any customers had entered your building, for which you were thankful. Your eyes were blurry more often than they weren't, tears slipping down your face, so similarly to the rain sliding down the windows.

Rarely did you drink, but you found yourself at Rita's that night, looking for something to soothe your pain in a way that written words could not. Two vodka cranberries later, and the noise of the bar had become a pleasant thing, your head bobbing to the music.

Someone slid onto the stool next to you. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please," the familiar, rich voice said from your left.

A turn of your head confirmed that it was Nesta who had sat next to you, dressed in a high necked, long sleeved dark purple dress. Your could just see her black heeled boots, hooked on the bar of the stool.

As usual, she looked fantastic. Her hair was braided and pinned into a crown around her head, her eyes sparkling with a bit of pale lavender eyeshadow.

"Hello, Y/N. I've never seen you in here before," Nesta said once she had noticed your eyes on her.

"Ah, I uhm... I don't go out too often, anymore," you replied, your voice a bit shaky. "Do you come here often?"

"Every now and then, when I don't feel like spending my evenings in solitude," Nesta explained, the hints of a smile starting to show. "And I should feel lucky, then, that I happened to be here the same night you decided to come out."

"Oh?" You asked, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks. "Have you been hoping to see me here?"

The hints had turned to a full blown grin, a stunning sight on her.

You would do anything to see it again.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I wanted to ask you about something," Nesta said, a hint of... heat? In her voice.

You bit your lip. "And?"

Nesta's eyes flicked away from yours briefly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Your heartbeat quickened, more blood coming to your cheeks. Before her? You had hoped. After her? You knew. "I do."

Nesta's eyes crinkled, warmth flooding them. "That's funny, I do too." The bartender set Nesta's drink in front of her, and she took a long sip. "I wasn't sure about it for a while, but I think I'm convinced now."

"Really? What changed?" You asked, slightly breathless, both from anticipation and having drank more than you had in couple of months.

Nesta's soft laugh had you melting, your body leaning in her direction, breathing in a bit of her snow and fire scent - quite possibly more intoxicating than the drinks you'd had.

"You. I can't- I have never wanted to be around someone, or wanted someone as much as I want you," Nesta breathed, blush coloring her cheeks as she stared into your eyes, her confession hanging between the two of you.

A smile spread across your lips. "That's good, perfect, actually. I feel the same, Nesta," you admitted, drinking in the way her eyes lit up at your words.

"I'm glad to hear that we're in agreement," Nesta said, finishing the rest of her drink before standing. "Dance with me?" She asked, holding out one of her elegant hands for you to take.

You did in a heartbeat, savoring the warmth of her hand in yours.

You were an awful dancer, but with Nesta next to you, those soft laughs and shining eyes directed at you, you didn't mind embarrassing yourself a bit. Not when she kept pulling you in close, your chests pressed together, lips hovering an inch apart as you gazed up at her, your eyes locked together.

The night passed in a blur of dancing and stumbling back to your apartment, arms locked tightly together in the cool May night. Into your bookstore, past the coffee bar, bookshelves, up the stairs and into your apartment.

Somehow you ended up on the couch, both of you barefooted, hands hovering over each other - afraid to make first contact.

"I... I've never... Done this," Nesta gestured between you. "Before."

You could hear the nerves in her voice now that you were alone together, in the quiet of your living room.

"I haven't either," you admitted with a shy smile. "But it... Are you okay?"

Nesta's lips tilted up. "I'm okay. Just... a tad nervous," she whispered.

Your nose scrunched when your smile widened. "I am too. We can be nervous together," you giggled, happy to see Nesta's expression matching your own. You let your hands touch her, one resting on her right shoulder, the other falling to her left arm, a thumb rubbing over the soft fabric of her dress. Nesta's eyes flicked down before returning to your face, a light blush crawling over her cheeks.

She let her own arms fall over your shoulders, hands toying with the curls of your hair, nails brushing gently against your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the sensation sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

When they opened again, Nesta's face was closer, her eyes darting down to your lips.

You took the plunge, bringing your lips to hers. Soft, plush, exactly how you'd imagined they would feel. It was a kiss just like those you had read about, gentle and tender, full of hope and longing. You let your arms encircle Nesta as she pulled your closer, one of her hands gently fisted in your hair and the other pressing against your back.

When you parted, it was just barely, your lips hovering next to each other as you breathed in the same air, cheeks flushed as your eyes met.

"I think... Being nervous together is a good idea," Nesta breathed, a giggle leaving your lips.

"I agree." You kissed her again, this one just as sweet but firmer, more sure. Your mouths fit perfectly together, moving in tandem without a thought, only pulling away to reposition. Nesta gently pulled you over her lap, your legs straddling hers, lips returning to yours as soon as you were settled, chests pressed together. Her hands returned to your hair, keeping you close as your own cradled the back of her head.

You couldn't get enough of her, get close enough to her. And it seemed as though she was in the same state, keeping you pulled into her even when you parted for breath.

It was when one of her hands snaked underneath your shirt, running up the line of your spine that you let out a soft gasp, hand clutching at her shoulder. Your cheeks somehow colored further, but Nesta seemed delighted by the noise. Her fingers feathered over your spine again, eyes drinking in the way yours fluttered from her touch.

"Sensitive?" She asked, her voice deep, needy.

"Mhm." A scrape of her fingernails had your spine arching, pressing you further against her. "Not fair," you mumbled.

"Mm, you'll just have to find my sweet spots, love," Nesta whispered lowly in your ear. She pressed a gentle kiss to it, then a slow trail down your neck, hand continuing its slow path along your spine.

"Is that a challenge?" You asked breathily, tilting your neck to give her better access.

"More like an invitation."

Your heart stuttered. "I'll definitely be taking you up on that," you whispered, a soft moan leaving your lips when Nesta's lips sucked on your neck gently.

Your head dropped to her shoulder, arms tightening around her. You felt like jelly already, and you hadn't even taken your clothes off.

"Which way to the bedroom, Y/N?" Nesta asked once she relinquished your neck, peppering small kisses along it.

"Mm... Behind the couch," you said, distracted by how intoxicating Nesta was proving herself to be.

Nesta chuckled softly into your ear. "Care to show me?"

You pulled away from her slightly, meeting her eyes. Absolutely stunning, and full of lust. You nodded, and managed to pull yourself off of her, albeit reluctantly. In the few seconds it took to lead her into your bedroom, you missed her warmth and gentle touch.

The faelights in your room came to life as you entered, softly illuminating your room.

You were glad you had made your bed this morning.

Nesta's hands on your waist turned you around, pulling you back into her and into a kiss, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

The alcohol still running through your veins made it easy to pull it off of you, leaving your breasts covered in just a bralette, Nesta's fingers quickly running over the fabric.

"You are absolutely stunning," Nesta said softly. "And you'll have to let me know where you got this," she demanded as she tugged on one of the straps with one hand.

"I think you'll like the matching panties then, too," you giggled, pulling her lips to yours.

"Oh really? How about we find out?" Nesta asked, gently pushing you to the bed, a playful fire in her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you said, letting her push you onto the bed, her body following soon after.

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Waking was a slow process, your bed warmer and cozier than you ever remembered it being.

It was only when you registered soft breathing coming from in front of you that you remembered the previous night, a smile coming to your lips.

Nesta.

Your eyes fluttered open, met with the sight of her sleeping in front of you. You felt her arm draped over your side, hand against your back.

You had never felt more comfortable or at peace.

Still, the light filtering in through the curtains told you it was past the time you normally woke to open the bookstore, and you had to slowly pull yourself from Nesta's grasp, much to your dismay.

You would much rather stay here, wrapped up with her forever.

You had just finished washing up and dressing in the bathroom when you heard Nesta moving about. Opening the door, you saw that she had sat up in your bed, sheets pulled to her chest.

"Morning," you said quietly as you left the bathroom, standing between it and the bed, unsure of how to proceed.

"Morning, Y/N," Nesta said, her voice still thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, wishing in that moment that you could read minds. "So... Do..." you paused. "Do you want to do this again?"

Nesta blinked at you a few times, before a small smile slid across her face. "I'd like that," she answered quietly. She almost seemed... Shy.

"How about... tonight?" You asked, delighted when she immediately shook her head yes.

"I'd love that, Y/N. When should I come by?"

"Mm, I normally close the store around six, so you could come by then. Would... Would you like to go to dinner?"

"That sounds lovely, Y/N. Six it is," Nesta confirmed, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

"Perfect, Nesta. I've got to go open the shop, but feel free to bathe if you'd like. I'll see you downstairs," you said, a smile glued to your face as you took in your last look at her before you left the room.

Her hair was still in its style from last night, but strands of it were poking out in some places.

She took your breath away, even when ruffled by sleep.

Opening the store went smoothly, luckily with no customers already waiting outside.

Less than half an hour later, Nesta came downstairs, clothed again in her dress from last night, looking just as beautiful.

"Coffee?" You asked, already making her usual drink for her.

"Yes, please," she sighed, rubbing at her forehead. "I don't think I drank enough water last night," she said with a soft laugh, warmth rushing straight to your heart.

"I'll make sure you do in the future," you said lightly.

Nesta smiled at you, her eyes crinkling. "I'd like that."

You bit your lip as you grinned at her, passing her coffee over, your hand lingering on hers. "I'll see you tonight?"

Nesta nodded. "I'll see you tonight, Y/N."

She left your store, taking one last glance over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.

You were grinning like an idiot, absolutely thrilled with how well last night had went, no matter how unexpected it had been.

Your date that night went perfectly, ending with the two of you snuggled up in bed after a vigorous make out session, both of you too tired to do much more.

The two of you ended up going to dinner the next night.

And the next.

And the next.

Soon enough, you had spent an entire month together, wrapped in each other's presences. You could safely say you were falling for her, or had fallen for her, or that you were madly in love with her already. All of them were true, as your love continued to grow each and every day, with every passing second you spent with her.

One of your favorite memories so far was yesterday, when the two of you had a picnic by the Sidra, a soft blanket spread out beneath you and a basket loaded full of your favorite pastries, cheeses, fruit, and smoked meats, and a bottle of sparkling wine that the two of you shared.

Together you had read the newest romance novel to arrive at your shop, spending the entire day together with the babbling of the river as your chosen music.

Eventually the two of you had packed up and gone back to her apartment, her large bathtub the most recent place you had made love.

Over your perfect first month together, you had noticed... Nesta seemed to be struggling. There were days that she couldn't keep a train of thought, wrapped up in the memories that you assumed were not pleasant ones. Sometimes she snapped at you over the smallest things, normally something to do with noise.

You never blamed her, knowing that she had gained an entirely new set of senses in the past year... But you wanted to love her. To help her. In any way that you could.

So today, after much prodding and gentle suggestion, you were taking Nesta to the office your own therapist worked at.

Not to your therapist, of course, but to one of the many other trusted trauma mind healers that Velaris had.

"You said I can leave if I want, right?" Nesta asked, her voice a bit shaky.

"Of course. The first session is normally pretty light, mainly getting your back story and what you'd like to work on. And their rooms have silencing wards on them so no one else will hear anything. And the files they keep are spelled so only your therapist can read them unless you give permission. Not even the High Lord."

You knew you were overexplaining, but it had been the only way so far to talk Nesta into getting some kind of help, along with your offered bribe of massages after every session she did. And she had been nervous about her brother in law possibly accessing the files... You weren't entirely certain on their relationship, but on the few nights you hadn't had dinner together, she had gone to her family dinners. And those nights, she tended to come to your apartment in an off mood, like the confidence had been squished out of her.

So you made certain she knew any information she gave her healer would be safe, unable to be accessed unless she allowed it.

Nesta sighed, but let you lead her into the office anyways. "I want lots of cuddling, too," she whispered as the pair of you approached the receptionist's counter.

"Whatever you want, cutie," you agreed, giving her a peck on the cheek. "We're here for an appointment, for Nesta," you said to the receptionist, squeezing Nesta's hand back when she gripped yours tighter.

"Alright, I'll let your healer know," the female behind the counter said, and gestured towards the sitting area. "Go ahead and take a seat, she'll be out for you soon."

"Thank you," you said, leading Nesta over to a couch and wrapping an arm around her. "I'm so proud of you, Nes. Really, it's hard to start this stuff... It took me a long time to get myself in."

A light blush dusted Nesta's cheeks at your words, but she didn't fight them. "Thank you, love. I'm... I'm glad you convinced me..." she whispered, her voice still filled with nerves.

A door swung open, revealing a middle aged high fae female. "Nesta?"

You gave her a big smile before urging her to get up, blowing her a kiss before she disappeared behind the door.

The hour passed by slowly, each minute lightening the worry in your heart. You had been a bit worried about Nesta leaving the appointment five minutes in, but after a half an hour, you were certain that she would make it through the entire session.

To your relief, she did. When she walked out, her eyes were a bit red, but she waved goodbye to the female and promised to meet her next week. Pride swelled in your chest at that, so happy that your love was ready to commit to help.

She walked over to you, arms extended, and without hesitating you gave her a big hug, squeezing her tight.

"How'd it go, love?"

"Good... Hard, but it was... It was nice to talk."

You smiled gently at her, eyes holding her gaze. "I'm glad, Nes. I think you'll enjoy it. *And I'm excited to give you a massage," you giggled, pulling her out of the office and back into the streets.

Nesta laughed, and even if it was still a bit sad, you took it as a win. "I'm excited for that too, honey."

You flushed at the pet name- she had rarely called you that outside of the privacy of your bedroom. It brought up... heated memories.

Nesta knew that, and pinched your ass as she practically chased you back home. As soon as you were shut in your apartment, she threw her dress off, leaving her in just her undergarments, and laid down on the couch. "Massage please," Nesta said, her slight whine so cute that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, my love," you giggled, crawling on top of her so you could start easing the tension from her back and shoulders.

Over the next two weeks, both you and Nesta continued seeing each other whenever you were able, and Nesta started going to see her healer twice a week, already making some strides in learning to manage her trauma.

It was a Wednesday night when you said it. You had both clumsily cooked chicken alfredo, both of you mediocre at cooking at best, so it was a surprise it came out decent at all. The process had probably taken longer than it needed to, with how often the two of you stopped to kiss and touch each other.

It was over dinner that it slipped out, so casually that it shocked even you.

Nesta had just told you a joke about - you couldn't even remember what it was about - but you had laughed so hard, a laugh that was pure joy.

"Mother, I love you," you said, clearly, boldly.

Nesta's eyes widened slightly, and in the few seconds she didn't respond your heart sank into the floor, in the earth.

"I- I love you too," Nesta said softly, a gentle expression on her face.

You grinned and grabbed one of her hands, pressing a firm kiss to the top of it. "You do?"

Nesta narrowed her eyes at you playfully before smiling at you. "I do, Y/N."

"Good. That makes me just as happy as loving you makes me," you cooed, standing from your chair and going over to her. "I hope you know how lucky I consider myself to have you in my life."

Nesta flushed bright red at your admission, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. "I- I don't understand how I got you," Nesta whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm such a-" she sniffled. "A bad person."

You sank to your knees in front of her, hands cupping her face. "Hey- that is not true at all Nesta. You are so wonderful, and caring, and kind. You are an amazing person, Nesta. And you have me because you are an amazing person. I love you for who you are, Nessie." You hoped your eyes conveyed just how much your cherished her, cared for her, loved her.

Nesta was quiet for a minute, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Really?"

You smiled at her lovingly. "Really. Now, if anyone said those words to you, I will go beat the crap out of them for you. You do not deserve to hear those words. And if it was you that said them to yourself, well, I'll make sure you know every day just how amazing you are," you offered.

Nesta laughed weakly. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll be able to handle it. Though you praising me... I think I can handle that," she said, her lips just barely tilting up.

"Well, let me start right now. You are so sweet, and you know how to cook just as well as I do, aaand you know exactly how to cheer me up when I'm having a tough day," you said, rising up a bit to pepper kisses over Nesta's wet cheeks. Her eyes closed and nose wrinkled as you did so, allowing you to press a light kiss over each eye, causing her to laugh.

"Okay, okay. You can stop," Nesta giggled, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. She pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything."

"You're welcome, my love. Now... How about dessert?" You asked, quirking a brow at her. "Snuggles? Kisses? Actually dessert?"

Nesta rolled her eyes, but stood from her chair and pulled you towards the bedroom. "How about all three? And maybe a bit more?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"A bit more would be lovely."

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Another month passed in almost complete bliss, your life with Nesta falling perfectly into place. Therapy was going well for both of you, and you felt more alive than you had ever since you lost your family.

Nesta was the sun in your life, even when it was raining. Her presence never failed to make you happy, and you loved that you seemed to do the same for her. She was still struggling some days, but she seemed to be better at pulling herself out of it and processing what was wrong.

That alone made you beam with pride, how far she had come in trying to heal.

Every morning now, Nesta helped you open the bookstore, and you had even taught her how to make the drinks you serve in the small café. For most of the day, she read in an armchair next to the fire, and helped you restocked books.

You had mentioned something about needing to pay her for her work, but Nes had adamantly refused, claiming that her time with you was more than enough payment.

So instead, you gave her any books she wanted for free. Most of the time, the books stayed in the building, simply making their way up to your apartment, normally to your bedside tables.

Today, Nesta was out at the High Lord and Lady's house, attending one of the weekly family dinners she was seemingly required to attend.

You didn't mind, of course, you thought that Nesta being close with her sisters was extremely important. It's just...

Every week, she tended to have a bad day after their dinners, and you were... Well, you were concerned that something nefarious was happening there, something that was hurting Nesta. Whatever it was, she had refused to talk to you about it as of now.

So tonight, you'd made yourself a simple salad with a bit of grilled chicken on it, and had a quiet bubble bath while you waited for Nesta to come home.

You'd nearly fallen asleep while reading in bed by the time she came into the bedroom.

"Marry me."

That woke you up, book forgotten as you sat up.

"What?" You asked, heart thudding in your chest.

"Marry me, Y/N," Nesta said again, striding across the room to your bedside. "I don't-" she took a deep, steadying breath. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you, and I don't want to spent another day not married to you."

You were breathing faster now, heart racing in your chest as she spoke. "Really?"

Nesta grinned at you. "Really."

You bolted out of bed and into her arms, letting her spin you in a circle. "Yes! Yes, yes yes, Nessie!" You exclaimed, planting a kiss on her lips once you stilled.

Both of you had rosy cheeks from your excitement, and matching toothy smiles as you stared at each other.

"So... Want to go track down a priestess with me?" Nesta asked, intertwining her fingers with yours.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you said, already moving to the closet to get changed.

"Oh, no, I think you should go just like this," Nesta whispered in your ear as she wrapped her arms around you, one hand resting on your stomach and the other in between your breasts.

You giggled at the suggestion. "Nessie I'm in a nightgown, and a skimpy one at that."

"All the better, just wear a long coat over it," Nesta said between the soft kisses she was placing on your neck.

"As much as you would enjoy the view, I'd much rather be in a pretty and slightly more appropriate dress, love." You started flicking through your options, though you were very distracted by the female behind you, still loving on the skin of your neck.

"I suppose I could change as well, put on something a bit more elegant," Nesta said, pulling away from your neck.

"Mm, we could dress and undress each other for our wedding."

"That's just what I was thinking, honey." Nesta began flipping through her own wardrobe that she'd begun to leave here, quickly settling on a long sleeved dress that would reach her ankles, made of a beautiful silk. It was one of the dresses that you absolutely adored her in, but almost never made it out of the house, or even the bedroom.

"Oh, Nes, you know that after this that dress will absolutely never see the light of day again because I will keep you in here with me for hours, right?"

Nesta chuckled from beside you as she began undressing. "I was counting on that, baby."

You rolled your eyes playfully at her before picking out the dress you would wear. You didn't have near as many fancy dresses as Nesta did, but the silk wrap dress that reached your knees would be nice enough for the occasion. It was in a light lavender, with a ribbon to tie around your waist.

"Love, I could say the exact same thing about your choice. You look fantastic in that dress, I think maybe we'll have to have a little reenactment once a month or so," Nesta said once she eyed the dress you had picked.

You kissed her firmly, pouring all of your love into it. "We just might. Now, let's get dressed quickly so that we can find a priestess before they're all asleep," you said, lightly pulling her dress off its hanger.

It may not have been quick, but you and Nesta both got changed into your chosen outfits, with many kisses and gentle touches exchanged in the process.

"Oh- do we have rings?" You asked just as you left the bookstore, locking it behind you.

Nesta froze for a moment. "No. Shit, how could I have forgotten the rings...?" She muttered.

"That's fine, I'm sure someone will be open in the Palace of Thread and Jewels, and it's on the way to the Temple," you told her, grasping her hand and pulling her in that direction.

Sure enough, there were a few vendors that were just about to pack up, and one of them happened to have a display filled with gorgeous rings, some even shown as a matching set.

Together you picked out a matching set of rings, designed with a thin silver band and a small, pale pink diamond in the center. Simple but elegant, with silver for Nesta and pink for you.

The next task in your list to get married was easily accomplished, with the Temple of Night still buzzing with priestesses. One of them, Rosanna, who you had spoken with at your store before, and was more than willing to help you and Nesta on short notice.

With excitement buzzing in your veins, you and Nesta walked hand in hand into the ceremony room, the vaulted ceiling made entirely of glass and pouring moonlight into the room.

Rosanna stood behind the altar in the center of the room, and gestured for the two of you to stand on either side of it.

Once you were in your places, Rosanna lit the three candles on the altar, letting them burn for a minute before speaking.

"Hold your hands together over the flames, please," she requested, and the two of you complied, sharing happy smiles as your eyes met. "The Mother has brought the two of you together with the strings of fate, and with those very strings you choose to bind yourselves for eternity. Tonight you have decided to share your souls, binding them under the moonlight for better or for worse, never to be parted. The flames beneath your hands represent the trials you might face in your shared lives, but with each other, you will persevere. Do you have vows prepared?"

Nesta spoke first, tears shining in her eyes. "In the time that I have known you, Y/N, you have always helped me, cared for me, and shared your love with me. I hope to always return your affections, to keep you safe, and make you happy. I love you, Y/N, and I will always love you."

By the time Nesta finished her vows, tears were streaming down your face, and you were barely able to pull yourself together to say your own.

"Nesta, you have always been a bright light in my life, bringing me joy even if just with a passing smile or a brush of your hand. You have helped me feel alive again, and have made my life so much happier and lively since we have been together. I love you forever, no matter what."

Now both of you were crying, hands squeezed tightly together over the warmth of the candles.

"The Mother sees your devotion, and blesses this union. You may now kiss the bride," Rosanna said cheerily, watching as you and Nesta raised your clasped hands so that your faces could meet over the flames, a gentle joining of your lips the first kiss of your married life. Together, you blew out the flames, only then releasing your hands. You slid Nesta's onto her ring finger, appreciating how perfect it looked on her. Nesta did the same for you, rubbing her thumb over it once it was securely on your finger.

"Now, who will be taking the other's last name?"

"I'll take Nesta's," you answered quickly, grinning at your now wife. "It would be strange for you to not be Nesta Archeron," you said softly. "And... I'd like to take your last name."

Nesta's light blush was enough of an answer for you, but she confirmed it for Rosanna anyways. "Y/N will be taking my last name."

"That's wonderful. I hope the two of you have a wonderful marriage, Mrs and Mrs Nesta Archeron," Rosanna said formally. "And Y/N, I'll be expecting a coffee as my payment for this," Rosanna teased with a wink before leading the two of you out of the temple. "Now go, enjoy your first night as a married couple!"

You and Nesta giggled softly together, but did as she said, stopping in at Rita's for one drink each. After that, you headed straight home, more than ready to have a long night together. Nesta's wandering hands made themselves known on the walk, pinching your ass every now and then.

By the time you made it into your apartment, Nesta's hands were already untying the ribbon of your dress, her lips on your throat.

Oh yes, it would be a long night.

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The next morning, you decided to keep the store closed, staying in with your new wife instead.

Somehow, that title had made Nesta even more attractive to you, which you had previously thought impossible. You woke before her, and just laid staring at her beautiful face as she slept.

Of course, she had gently swatted at you when she realized you had been watching her sleep, but you only laughed and nuzzled into her, relishing in the soft whimpers she let out when you licked at her neck.

"Good morning, my sweet wife," you whispered in her ear. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a goddess," Nesta said softly, turning so she was facing you. "I think that's due to my pretty little wife sleeping next to me."

You blushed at her words, loving this new title you had for one another. "Mm, I think so too. Having you next to me always makes my sleep better."

Nesta let out a pleased huff, her eyes drifting closed. "That's good, love." She yawned wide, her body going taught before relaxing even more in your arms.

You loved when Nesta was sleepy, she was always so adorable.

"Don't go back to bed, Nessie, I wanted to make breakfast together," you whined quietly, without any real force behind it. If you tried, you could likely fall back asleep in Nesta's embrace.

"Mm, only if you find a way to make me wake up," Nesta replied, yawning halfway through.

An idea sparked in your head.

You gently pushed Nesta back onto her back, ignoring her huffy breaths of protest in favor of crawling beneath the blankets, settling yourself between her legs.

She would be better than breakfast.

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Your first five days of marriage, you hardly left your apartment. If you did, it was for you and Nesta to run the bookstore, only managing it for a couple of hours at a time before you slipped back upstairs after turning over the open sign in the window.

It was absolute bliss, getting to know Nesta even better, hearing more about what she wanted from a marriage. Someone who is not only her partner, but also her best friend, and someone that she can trust.

You were happy to say that you fit the bill.

It was on your sixth day that Nesta paced around your apartment before you had even woken.

"What's up, Nessie?" You asked her, peeling yourself out of bed to stop her in her tracks.

"Somehow-" Nesta paused, taking a calming breath. "Somehow my family found out about our wedding, and they... They want to meet you," she explained, a distraught look on her face.

"I... Is that a bad thing...?" You asked hesitantly.

Nesta nodded, but panicked when she saw your face fall at her answer. "Not because of you! It's because of them. I don't... I don't know how they'll react. I don't care, but I don't want you to be hurt," Nesta clarified.

"Oh, Nes. I'm sure I'll be fine, and if they say anything rude, we can just leave. Right?"

Nesta's face scrunched up in the way she did when she wasn't happy with the outcome, but had to accept it anyway. "I suppose..."

"And if they don't say anything rude, then it will have been a nice gesture of them to care enough to meet me," you said, swiping a thumb soothingly across her cheek.

Nesta sighed. "I guess you're right... So... tomorrow at seven?"

You smiled. "I'll be ready, Nes. Now - I thought that today we could move the rest of your things in here, if you'd like?" You said, attempting to not only distract her from tomorrow, but get her to fully live with you.

It worked, warmth flooding Nesta's lovely blue-gray eyes. "I'd love to, honey."

Once you managed to keep yourselves clothed long enough, moving Nesta's things into your apartment went smoothly. A few extra bookshelves, filled with Nesta's own collection, made its way into your shared apartment, along with all of Nesta's clothes. Beyond that, she didn't have many things, as most of the furniture had come with her apartment.

The rest of the day was spent in privacy, a clumsily made stew your dinner for the day, with more time spent kissing and giggling than actually cooking.

The next morning, Nesta had woken you up with her tongue between your legs, an orgasm rolling through you before you were fully aware of what was happening. You spent the day paying her back, feasting on her as she read some of the more graphic scenes in your favorite series, loving how her hand in your hair guided you.

By the time dinner rolled around you had bathed twice, the second time only being needed after Nesta had pinned you against a wall and sucked marks onto your neck and shoulders, which had faded into pale yellow marks by the time you arrived in front of the High Lord and Lady's newest residence.

The River House.

From what you could see from the outside, the interior was cozy and slightly informal, and you could already hear roaring laughter from within as you stood hand in hand with Nesta in front of the large front doors.

"Are you ready?" Nesta asked quietly. "Because if you aren't, we can-"

"Nessie, it's going to be fine. Now, let's get inside, the sooner we do the sooner we can go home," you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. "Now, do you want to knock, or should I?"

Nesta shook her head at you and smiled. "I love you," she said as she knocked on the thick wood.

"I love you too."

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[stargirlsmooch]

would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

---

... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

---

the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

[thehatchettownchronicles]

“Today is my wedding anniversary, I had to run by my wife’s favorite bakery before it—“

This is a lil fic about Sergio and his wife! A friend and I brainstormed for their dynamic and his wife’s character. So enjoy 🤍

Content Warning(s): infertility mention, potentially poorly translated Spanish

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Sergio pushed open the door of his small apartment. It was on top of a local café, which was perfect for the five of them. Well, five if you counted their 2 cats and their dog. Sergio joked that they had two cats and a football, and Lucía would swat his arm and tell him to stop it.

Sergio was humming to himself as he eased into the apartment, carefully minding the cake box in his hands. It was his and Lucía’s tenth wedding anniversary, and he was just as smitten with her as he’d been since the day they met.

It’d been twelve years ago, when he’d bumped into her at a party.

He’d been dragged along by some of his buddies, a bit nervous to go out and socialize. Sergio had always been a little shy. But when he saw her, he knew he had to work up the courage. She was too beautiful, with her dark, curly hair, warm eyes and plump lips that had him mesmerized. A few shots of tequila later, and he’d managed to chat her up, learned that her name was Lucía.

He’d asked her to dance, and dance they had. He had never been so enamored by another human, had never desired so strongly to make another person smile. And with her gorgeous smile (with the little gap in her front teeth that she hated but he adored), Sergio knew he’d do anything in the world to see that smile every day of his life.

Two years later and they’d eloped, opting to skip the cost of the wedding to have a romantic vacation, just the two of them.

The one thing missing from their perfect little family were children, but he would never hold it against her. After 10 years of trying, he’s figured it wasn’t meant to be. But that didn’t matter; as long as he had his darling Lucía, everything was right in the world.

“Mi vida! I’m home!” he called out as he set the cake box on the island counter of their kitchen. He slumped his now empty briefcase on the floor, and stretched, letting his back pop. “Where are you, mi paloma?”

“Right here, mi corazón,” she said, and Sergio whipped around with a wide smile.

Lucía grinned, and looped her arms around Sergio’s neck. His hands found their way to her hips, and their lips met in a sweet, loving kiss. Sergio smiled into the kiss, and playfully pressed Lucía against the countertop. Lucía giggled as Sergio began to pepper her cheeks and jaw and neck with kisses, his stubble tickling her skin.

“Sergio that tickles!” she protested, her voice light hearted as she moved a hand to cup the back of his neck.

Sergio chuckled against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, exposed by her red camisole. “Whaat? A guy can’t love on his stunning wife on his anniversary?” he asked, tone flirty.

Lucía cupped his jaw and moved his face so she could kiss his lips one more time. She pulled away while biting her perfect lower lip, and mumbling, “I…I have a surprise for you…I think you’ll like it, but I don’t know…”

Sergio raised a brow and smirked at Lucía, who proceeded to swat his arm.

“Not that kind of surprise!”

Sergio gave a low curse in Spanish, but his expression showed that he wasn’t actually upset. Lucía guided him to the couch, making him sit and close his eyes while she went back to their bedroom.

Curiosity flooded him. If it wasn’t a sexy kind of surprise, then what kind of surprise was it?

Soon, he heard Lucia walk back into the room, and felt the couch dip beside him as she took a seat.

“Okay…I need you to promise to be calm, okay mi amor?”

“Uh…okay?”

“Okay…open your eyes.”

Sergio listened to what his wife said, and opened his eyes. In her hands was a piece of paper. He was confused, but took it. Lucía looked at him expectantly, and Sergio unfolded it, beginning to read. It was from the doctor. He knew that she’d had an appointment recently, but wasn’t sure about what it was for.

But when he saw that one eight-letter word, he felt his heart stop, and tears prick his eyes.

Pregnant.

Sergio looked up at Lucía, who had grown misty eyed as well. She reached out and grabbed Sergio’s knee.

“Mi corazón…I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby,” she whispered.

Sergio all but tackled her, wrapping her in his arms as he covered her in kisses.

“Mi amor, mi paloma, mi vida... ¿Voy a ser papá? Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar,” Sergio rambled, not caring that he’d slipped back into their native tongue.

Lucía grinned and kissed Sergio sweetly. “Yes, cariño…We’re gonna have a family at last…Te quiero hasta Saturno y de vuelta.”

It was perhaps Sergio’s favorite anniversary.

[rukia-writes]

Please do a new Heracles x reader. Yours one shots of him are so great 😭❤️

Thank you 😊 🤍 he’s my favorite 🤍 and thank you for requesting 🤍♥️

Fighting along side one another.

Facing foes and being triumphant.

A power couple.

Nothing could be better.

Handsome, tall and strong with a passion for justice.

A dreamy god.

Smiling sweetly at the love his life as he wraps his arms around them in a loving and tight embrace, then placing his lips upon theirs as the heavens shine brightly upon them.

Odin, king of the Norse gods was reading a book as the ravens were sleeping quietly beside him in a well cushioned straw basket. Like clock work, the doors to his study opened to reveal his daughter with bags under his eyes with a tired look upon her face and without looking up from his book the all father knew what it was about.

“Another dream, again?”

“…Yes.”

“About Hercules?”

“…Yes, father.”

Sighing in frustration as he closed his book and made tea for his daughter who had recently been having rather intense dreams steadily for the past month. Odin knew this would continue until his daughter faced her feelings, making tea wasn’t a problem but if this was going to become a forever thing Odin had thought of taking matters into his own hands.

“You should face your feelings.”

“That’s crazy! What if he says no.”

“Then you move on. Simple.”

Handing over the tea Odin gave his advice and sat back on his chair as (Name) became flustered at her fathers suggestion while feeling sad at the thought of Hercules rejecting her.

True, the two had been friends but something was stirring in (Name)’s heart and the feeling was becoming stronger each time she saw him.

The next morning, (Name) sought out someone who could help her problem.

There was only one person who could help.

“That’s easy. IGNORE HIM!”

In the gardens of Odin’s palace, Loki gave his words of wisdom, while it wasn’t the route (Name) was looking for she thought it was a good answer to her problem.

After all, Loki, her cousin, wouldn’t steer her wrong.

“Ignore …him?”

“That’s what I said.”

“But…how does that solve the problem?”

“Easy. You’re playing hard to get. You ignore him and he’ll come chasing after you.”

Loki clarified while floating mid air lazily as he did so (Name) found Loki’s advice to be helpful and so she decided she would ignore her love interest.

It beats confessing your heart out and then getting rejected.

Test time.

A few weeks later, the gods were holding a meeting about the affairs of what was going in Valhalla. While walking to meeting Loki and ,his protege, (Name) walked and talked together.

When Loki saw the god of war and the Envoy of Justice walking and talking together heading towards the meeting infront of them, Loki gave (Name) the look, “This your chance. The test starts now.”

(Name) nodded her head convinced she was ready to ignore the handsome god.

However.

“(Name)! You came! How’s it going?”

Hercules, ever observant, had noticed (Name) and smiled his famous smile followed by a little wave making (Name)’s heart skip a beat and her mind jumble up.

“Everything is going well! How are you? Are you drinking plenty of water? You look well.”

Loki watched his protege crumble by Hercules sweet smile, the plan to ignore Hercules was out the window making the trickster god pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration as he walked ahead leaving the two talking to one another.

“Girl is going to have more dreams.”

“Had another dream?”

“…Yes, father.”

“About Hercules?”

“…Yes.”

Sighing Odin made his daughter tea and the two talked until the doors to his study opened to see Thor walk in.

“Had another dream about losing Mjnolir?”

“…Worse. I dreamed of fighting then it switched to (Name) marrying. Which was boring.”

While making one cup of tea and pouring his son a cup of mead Odin heard Thor’s dream and knew it wasn’t coincidence now.

“Marrying?! Who was it?! Was he tall? Red hair?! Did he say anything about justice?!”

Most people wouldn’t touch Thor much less shake him, but (Name) wasn’t scared of her brother and shook him for answers hoping it was Hercules she was marrying.

“I didn’t see what he looked like. I woke up from that boring dream.”

Thor calmly spoke as he sister shook him harsher now telling him, “Remember! Think back! Think hard! It could be a telling of the future.” Thor’s face never changed as his sister did so and he didn’t speak either.

Thor thought the dream was nonsense.

Zeus was enjoying the night sky while enjoying a nice cup of tea. The door to his study also opened to see a tired Ares and Hercules.

“Spiders and a romantic dream about (Name)?”

“…Yes.”

Both Ares and Hercules said in unison with bags under the eyes. Ares was having an awful dream about spiders and Hercules had another romantic dream about (Name).

Rather intense this time.

“Hermes, three cups of tea. Please.”

Quick as ever Hermes had a table ready with five cups of tea ready, Zeus asked why there was five cups only for Apollo to walk in with a cheerful smile.

Oh.

“Did I hear someone was having troublesome dreams?”

As everyone sat down at the table Zeus explained that Hercules was having recurring dream about (Name), Zeus didn’t mention Ares dream about spiders. After hearing the romantic dream from Hercules, kindly laughing Apollo answered giving him a stunning prophecy.

“You’re both having these dreams because you’re going to be married soon. Simple.”

Taken back Hercules wasn’t expecting that answer at all.

“They are both having the same dreams? What great news, we should prepare for the wedding.”

“Wait a minute Hermes-“

“Yes, the sooner the better. We should invite everyone in Valhalla.”

“Wait a second, Apollo-“

“Where is that blasted phone when you need it? I must call Odin right away. We shall merge our pantheons at once!”

“Wait a minute now, Zeus-“

“Say less, I shall make sure we have the finest wine.”

“Oh no, Ares. We’ll let Dionysus take care of that. You make sure you look clean and cut. Now, we must inform Aphrodite.”

“Absolutely, Apollo. Not to mention lord Poseidon and Hades.”

Hercules watched as everyone was already starting to make plans for his supposed wedding. Everytime he tried to object his family interrupted with plans, Hercules was happy they were willing to plan everything.

However.

“Excuse me! I would like to remind everyone I haven’t ..(Name) and I haven’t confessed our love yet.”

Apollo, Hermes, Ares, and Zeus stopped what they were doing and looked at a flustered Hercules as he had a dash of red on his face.

It was silent for awhile until Apollo spoke up.

“Well hurry up and confess already. What are you waiting for? I just told you your fate.”

“So, gold and white invitations?”

“Absolutely, Hermes. That’s in style.”

Apollo and Hermes went right back to planning Hercules wedding with Zeus and Ares agreeing or disagreeing with Apollo’s vision of what the wedding should look like.

Hercules didn’t say anything else and let his family at it as he sipped his tea. Thinking of how he would eventually, one day soon confess his feelings for (Name).

Then, he would think of how he would he propose.

🤍Rukia-Writes🤍

[likesunsetorange]

Hey ,

First I just want to tell you that I love your fics, drabbles, hcs I love how you put your effort and passion into writing them 🤍

I have a Q if you would write an angsty fic like really heartbreaking emotional story what would it be about? Assuming ofc its an eremika fic

Thats it hope you have a great day 🌻

cw: mentions of grief / death

hiii! omg thank you so much for your sweet message! this is so kind!! i always appreciate that people even take the time to interact with my stuff, i think sometimes a lot of my stuff is really silly and a bit nonsensical haha, but i do really love making drabbles and making hc’s and all the little moodboards and writing!! its become something that’s so dear to me, even tho it started as a little hobby, its really special to me now, so thank you so much for even taking the time to interact with it, and especially even sending this message! i really do appreciate it! and i hope you have the best day too anon!!! 🤍

and omg i actually do love angst LOL, my twitter bio is “romcom enthusiast & angst enjoyer” which is why my fics always do tend to have that angst element to them!! i think my one shot collection that i wanna get to writing (it’s in my unpublished works thingy) “to love what death can touch” will probably be my most angsty works!! each story is about a different grief related topic!!

grief is something that has been really prevalent in my life. not only have just a lot of people around me suffered a lot of close loss in these last few years, but i’ve lost a few family members, and in recent years i lost a friend, and that was something that was hard to grapple with, so i think writing those stories would be a way of expressing of those feelings, since grief is just such a complex feeling and it’s one of those things that’s always with you!

but basically each one is a different grief scenario!

the first one is eremika as parents and their daughter iris and her growing up! ive posted a wip of it before on my twitter, so here’s a link to that here! i used to cry writing this wip so it’s really hard for me to write it sometimes 😭

the second one is basically mikasa and eren both frequent the same cemetery, eren grew up without carla so he goes there often, and mikasa recently lost levi, her brother, so she goes there to visit, and it’s a little bit silly when eren and her meet, just bc he’s kinda like “oh i see you here often” and it’s just like comes off flirty but it’s a cemeterydhdhd and he feels rlly bad LOL but they become friends and he kinda helps her with her grief, but it kinda shows the differences in the dynamics of the relationship of losing someone, and when you lose someone really young/vs being older and like a parent/sibling! grief isn’t a comparable thing but it def does show the differences on the effects it has on a person!

the last one is i think is pretty sad bc unfortunately we have to kill off armin and that’s why this one is rlly heart wrenching 😭 but this is how eremika are brought together 😭 but basically eren is armins childhood friend, and mikasa is armin’s best friend he made while he’s moved away to this new city, and so they’d never met before, and only heard of the other. but basically they bond over their shared grief for armin and it’s just really sad bc they miss armin 😭

i also think the e2l au is pretty gut wrenching and angsty like it almost made me cry i won’t lie 😔

[mikumanogi-blog]

2022-09-30 “love #Tere-pan blog” [ENG]

💌 request

I wish I could see a off shot from your individual PV!

Do you have a Teresa-like thing we should look out for a behind the scenes info from the shoot?

(blog name: deigan)

I messed up, I wanted to do a cosplay so I drew a scar on my face!

I’m Yor from Chainsaw man

Just kidding, I’m Nogizaka46’s 5th generation member Ikeda Teresa

Thank you for opening my blog today

I’ve been told that my visuals match the Ikeda in the individual PV so I tried doing it this way. I first started hearing everyone’s impressions at the meet and greet and so I’ll try doing dressing up for the meet and greet on the 29th of October. So if you have any requests, it would be best to get them in early 🫶🏻🤍

 It’s already been a month since the 30th single went on sale, that also means it’s been about that long since the performance at Meiji Jingu… time has gone by so quickly since August. During the national tour there were so many live concerts and it was a special time for us is what I thought but that wasn’t the case since September has gone by just as fast

… (  ˙-˙ ; )

But being a part of Nogizaka was already something extraordinary isn’t it

 Personally, for some reason around this season I want to listen to Nigemizu

The bursting heating and brightness of the sun, along with the bright and enjoyable voices of youth are good but before anyone realized it, like how the summer ends silently and quickly, you can really come to love the sensation of Nogizaka46. I said this in the audition as well.

Hnnnnggg so nostalgic.

 I went on a little bit of a tangent

Let’s go back to the individual PV (⊃'-'∩)ｼｭｯ

In other words, during the span of one month there are a lot of people who watched my individual PV! If there were also a lot of people reading this that watched it then if my assumption is correct I’d be very happy.

 At the previous meet and greet as well as in the comments section, I’ve been able to hear a lot of your opinions, Teresa-panda is deeply moved! (For some reason recently ‘Teresa-panda OO’ has been crossing my mind)

Thank you very much (..)

 Secret story of the filming… yup

To tell you the truth one of the detectives in the pair was a part time hero, therefore, at the final DJ booth there were only 2 people the hero and the detective, if you don’t look closely you won’t notice it.

The strange orange and bouncy person was all made of air (  ˙³˙)

The stage door was so small that I couldn’t get through and it was difficult to inflate and deflate, I had to let go off so much air it was difficult haaaaaaaa

 I ate a lot of chupa chips, I became familiar with many flavours, the cola and café mocha flavors looked the same but after you had it in your mouth for a while you got a shock.

That’s right, speaking of lollipops, all the of the rain in the video were created 🌧

 It was added every time there was a cut to the shower, the sun came out naturally and there was a beautiful rainbow. The staff had a difficult time deciding how to not get it in the shot 𖦹‎  ̫ 𖦹‎

There were various hmmm moments… if you haven’t seen the PV this has all just been gibberish to you, even on the previous blog I wrote about it in my preview, but the real thing probably was shocking? Lol

 Please don’t let Ikeda go  ̖́-

This is a picture that I took at the previous meet and greet with the intention of uploading it to my blog with Satsuki-chan and hii-chan

 Get well soon Satsuki-chan ヾ(´｡••｡`)ﾉ(><)

I’m going to inject you even more than usual to get that Teresa-power injectionnnnn 💉

Hii-chan worked hard to overcome her pain

Out of the 5th generation these two are top class, they’re both bright people and they laugh and smile a lot, I’m looking forward to the day where I can see her smile again  ̖́-

Saku-tan as well!!!

 All of you who are reading my blog are also amazing for doing your best every day!!!! (Observed by god)

New outfit💜

The design as well as the refreshing feeling when you wear it. When you nervous you feel really hot and it would be great if it could cool you down as well. I guess you can say I’m sensitive to the heat ( ´ｰ`)

 The pin badge on the chest looks the same as the one on the 5th generation member’s outfits but I’m not sure if it is. When I was in school it was part of our school rules to have the school emblem on our chest and I remember always breaking that rule (small trivia: nobody wore it in the first semester of middle school)

The broadcast of New Nogizaka Star Tanjou!  Is almost here, you’ll be able to see the 5th generation members! I’m looking forward to it.

Ikeda has a small mouth when she is relaxed

 P.S This is soon but the broadcast the other day we also debuted out new outfit! It was done it real time, Teresa-panda is delighted!

 Yamanote sen pyon game

The previous episode we didn’t Hit and Cover rock paper scissors meow, it might have been good if I lost so everyone could see me go ‘meow meow’… is a cowardly thought that has spiraled out of control. Teresa-panda is reflecting upon this.

But this time, I was some how able to avoid any punishment game and was able to make it through, I hope it stays this way. It’s rare to see a cute side of me.

By the way, on the final week, we did a one shot gag and I borrowed Oodorii Tashiaki san’s ‘Koko, aiteimasuyo!’ (There’s a spot here) (≧∀≦)

Ahh, the seat is still available? Ehehehe

 Is Tokyo small?

When you were in elementary school, in geography did you do prefecture area ranking? It seems that the ranking changes if you include the airport or not… By the way Tokyo is ranked the 3rd smallest (  　     ･´ｰ･｀  )so smoll ! at least this face emoji is big

On the next New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! Hayashi Runa-san will be a guest and will be performing with Aya and me performing ‘Sobakasu’ by Judy and Mary

Hayashi-san’s singing voice is very clean and beautiful, I’ll never forget her rendition of ‘Kimi no Na wa Kibou’ at the 29th Under Live.

Of course singing while standing right beside her, being within arms reach of her and listening to her sing brings such bliss.

The next time is already tonight! I’d be very happy if you were to tune in and watch it.

 Make-up talk.

 First my skin care ( っ◜~◝c)

I have really dry skin, and so moisturizing my skin is very important

When I get out of the bath I do toner → milky lotion → cream → wait a while and then put on another cream before  I sleep, it’s a race to see which one will win!!!

I’m not good with sunscreen so I have a parka that cuts UV with a hat and an umbrella as well…it’s also a good way to beat the heat so I recommend it!

But when I’m asked why I don’t burn I answer that the reason is that I don’t leave the house and if I do I move around at night because I’m nocturnal (ฅº￦ºฅ)

It’s a pain? You don’t have an umbrella? I’ll go and put sunscreen on you so sit down and shut up!

 Base -⁽ -´꒳`⁾-

For sunscreen, a waterproof one would be good. I would do that occasionally during the rehearsals for Jingu, under the shinning sun I would use it and use it but no matter how much I used it, it wasn’t enough. So I had to go to the convenience store to buy more.

 I don’t typically use a foundation.

How about:

The SAEM Chip concealer

05 Ice beige

And

CANMAKE color mixing concealer 01  

 Eyes (  ⚯̱̈᷄  )

I don’t really use eyeshadow!

Probably just light beige, there are times where my make-up artists use lamé like ones.

For the corner of my eyes, I may use a beige brown color shadow. Recently I’ve found that if I don’t use eyeliner my eyes seems warmer.

For my eyelashes I use an eye perm!

I don’t really care about the company or the design.

What I have is ↓

CLIO Pro eyeshadow pallet 13 Picnic by the Sunset

I thought the colors looked nice, and it had a brush so that what I bought, and I like it! The one that I’ve wanted recently is Dasique shadow pallet #07 Milk Latte! Pale colors are in

 Mascara is Majolica Majorca

Lash tint BK961

It’s good for people who’s eyelashes get messed up when they sleep

 Eyebrows ( ▔•з•▔ )

Koji DOLLY WINK Eyebrow filter

04 dark greige

Black hair with low color saturation hair color this is what I recommend

 Lips (   ˙❥˙   )

Recently I’ve bought a lot of lip products

Kiss lip armor

04 counterattack mob

And

KATE LIP MONSTER

02 pink banana, 07 last boss

 I’ve looked everywhere but they’re sold out and I thought they were like phantom items but I’ve recently discovered a place that had them. In a panic I messaged Hii-chan on LINE [I’m a big fan of 07] is what she responded with, I originally saw it on Hii-chan’s blog and I bought both 02 and 07 ✌🏻

But no matter how many I buy, my lips look like one entity… so I’m restraining myself.

 Cheek (♡ˊᵕˋ♡)

Chifure Powder Cheek 100 111

Are the two I use, and I use them based on how I feel

 Scent ( -..- )

I like fig and tree scents 🌳

Recently I’ve liked the scent of Osmanthus and so that what I bought. Recently I’ve noticed when walking around the town it’s a scent that gets me hyped up and excited.

It’s kind of embarrassing talking about what perfume you use isn’t it, if you like you can come talk to me about make-up at the meet and greet.

 Well, it’s over!

Was this a good reference? If so I’m glad!

The song I was listening to while writing this blog today was

Black Rock shooter / supercell

Senkou Shoujo / Tokyo Jihen

Yoake made Tsuyogaranakutemoii/ Nogizaka46

RTRT/ Mili

 Yoake made is of course an original song but I think it would really suit an orchestral arrangement. I like it’s brittle yet showy and cool  arrangement ദി  ᷇ᵕ  ᷆  )

 Preview of next time

 I’m going to do an eloquent blog

Satsuki-chan asked what level I was trying to reach with such a childish blog title but I couldn’t answer and went home.

And so…looking back on my blogs up till now I’ve been talking about not caring about life and being strangely obsessed with egg whites and egg yolks, and I all of sudden started comforting you about a broken heart, I’ll reflect upon this mistake.

 This time I decided to turn over a new leaf and had a short title, or that’s what I though and but a second ‘Nyu’ would’ve been shorter… what the hell man!!!

Wait, that’s me.

That’s right, so this title is my true feelings for all of you reading this blog (⑉･ ･⑉)

I know it’s early but I’m itching and restless looking forward to next week’s blog, Please look forward to it.

Tomorrow is Mikkunkun

Well then!!!

 📞 Q&A time !

Actually today Ikeda has a question for Merono-san…

💌Dear Merono-san

At the meet and greet the fans have asked what is up with the blog names?

(Blog name: Teresa-pan)

ʕ·͡·ʔ

This is an interesting question indeed! The blog names are just Merono language, Merono translates everyone’s comments and that’s what they become

Te “Is there a rule for how they’re translated”

ʕ·͡·ʔ “Nope!”

💌I know you be workin’ hard writtin’ a blog right now, so there ain’t no way you’ll see this comment ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Time (2022/09/19 17:47:28)

(Blog name: Maruhadaka ni sarechaa tenshi)

You dare to ask this question (this challenge) on a previously uploaded blog and you thought I wouldn’t notice,

Take that!

💌Merono-san… Recently I have been able to see a lot of the honorable Tere-pan on TV and on the Radio, the 37 trillion cells in my body, all of them, are completely obsessed with Tere-pan. This is the terminal stage of Tereru disease isn’t it…

(blog name: Goryokaku)

Each and every cell has contracted the disease hasn’t it! I guess I’ll have to inject all 37 trillion with Teresa power injection |ᯅ･` )

💌Lastly there is a question I wanted to ask Tere-chan. The other day when you took a break during the meet and greet there was a transfer time we could have but I’m not sure what day I should use it for. If you’re going to be in costume/cosplay, or if there was a day that you would want me to come please let me know!!! Thanks a lot

(Blog name: Tereru bakufu no shogun sama)

The day I’m planning to dress up is October 29th!

💌Do you watch horror movies?

(Blog name: Utsukushii pan wo tsukurou ♪)

I 100% don’t watch them, no matter what happens I would never watch them. I say that no matter what happens I would never watch them, this is no the lead in for a joke!!!!!

💌

Pan-san, I wonder if you hammer out these blogs on your phone? When you do it for so long do you’re finger go “ahhhh”? When you write a lot it’s definitely better to do it on the computer

(blog name: Gota Shoten no musuko)

Honestly, Ikeda can’t type (´・ω・｀)

💌RIIIIIIIIING, click! Merono-san, can I get some advice? Ever since I talked with Tere-pan at the meet and greet all I can see now right before my eyes is her. Is this a serious case of Tereru disease?

(blog name: Kunikida poppo)

No! You mustn’t!

💌

Question. Please tell me an episode you have with Aruno-chan.

(Blog name: Potato ha zettai large size)

She seems to like squid

She’s eating squid candy next to me right now

Hii-chan was eating surume in the car and Iroha hit her

💌

Question! 1, Tere-pan when will this bread go on sale! 2, What’s your favorite type of bread! Mine is Tere-pan!

(Blog name: Sachiko)

What flavor would Tere-pan actually be, I believe that a discussion is necessary so I suggest we hold a developer’s meeting next time

Tere-pan like Butter sandwich ♡ 

However, recently Tere-pan saw a special feature on croissants and now she has become strangely entranced with them. The other day she bought a croissant taiyaki tehe (regret)

💌

Question corner 🌻

1, Please tell me a recipe you want to try one day!! 2, Please tell me your number one moment from Bananaman-san that left an impression!! 3, Tere-chan and Merono-san what do you do when you can’t sleep??

(blog name: Kimchi chige ha kitto kuru)

1, Merono san’s roast

ʕ·͡·ʔ｢…｣

2, There voice is so cool!

Tada! Hearing them say ‘Nogizaka Under Construction is starting now” really moved me.

I wish I had a voice like that

3, I give up on trying to sleep

💌

Personally, who do you think has the best fashion sense out of the 5th generation members?

(blog name: Tettere Level up!)

Aya is really good at wearing primary colors so much so that we call her the magician of colors.

Aaaaa so adorable 💕

💌

Question. Please tell me your honest opinion on Yoda Yuuki’s drawing of a camel.

(blog name: Bond)

I felt like a saw a glimpse of greatness… I need to encourage myself even more to chase after my seniors, I’m going to do my best 💪🏽( ¨̮ 💪🏽)

💌I talk to myself quite a lot, I even talk to myself in public, is there a way to fix this?

(blog name: Creamy menchikatsu)

You can just pretend to be on your phone ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

💌[Question] I’ve been interested about this for a while but how many characters can you put as your name for the meet and greet. I previously put in 200 characters and there was a lot of system trouble and I didn’t ask what happened, I need to know because I can’t sleep at night (big lie)

(Blog name: Hanzo)

Honestly, if you have a really long name at the meet and greet only the last character is shown on screen (´∩ω∩`)

However, when it comes to blogs you can have as long a name as you want, I hope this clears up any frustration!  

💌[Question for Tere-pan] Questions about nicknames were asked before but when you refer to yourself (in first person) what do you say? Tere? I?

(blog name: Geijutsu ka no go gatsu)

When I was younger I used to call myself Tere-chan (When I was in kindergarten)

💌

Question, Teresa-chan has the last name ‘Ike’ (pond), my last name has ‘kawa’ (river) is it okay to think that we both have elements of water? Or is Teresa-chan the element of darkness?

(blog name: Kakei sei kibou)

Newts are found in ponds so I’m like a newt

💌I have a short question! Teresa-chan, can we be friends? If we do I’d be so happy! You’d be my favorite person in the whole world. Well then! See you later!

(blog name: nyokki)

We’re already friends aren’t we

💌Question ^ ^ I’ve never been to a meet and greet with Teresa-chan yet, Is it ok if I participate?

(blog name: Makku)

Hey, I’ve been waiting for you…w..w…why haven’t you come, I’m lonely please come ( ･᷅ὢ･᷄ )

💌

Lastly a question! Teresa, if you were to own your own shop what kind of shop would it be?

(blog name: Shuuuuu)

I wonder if it’s ok for me to answer bread?

💌

About your dream diary! 1, when did you start it? 2, you’re good a drawing, have you ever done ilustrations? 3, what’s the dream that’s left the biggest impression on you since you started your dream diary? 4, Déjà vu, have you experienced a dream coming true? 5, Are you a person that does dream divination?

(blog name ℃)

Near the ocean on the train heading towards the Yamanote train line a black and brown haired dog, that looked like a border collie, along with a boy (about high school age) got off into a station that looked like a cage held by an auntie. After getting off it turned into a half beach, and there was some seawater pilling up. The dog went to go to the elevator to slide while sitting on the aunt.

I wanted to go to my grandmother’s house, but I was worried that she wouldn’t be there, but then I saw her getting on the train on the other platform and so I tried to climb up the stairs but there was a cultural festival and I couldn’t call out to her. I screamed many time and she noticed, she wasn’t surprised her daughter came to play

(2021/05/12 dream diary)

1, I’ve been doing it for a long time!

I’ve probably had a diary since middle school (The one in the memo is probably my oldest one)

2, I’ve never done illustrations, that’s a good idea. There’s people and things I remember so I should try drawing them ദി  ᷇ᵕ  ᷆  )

3, A dream where I was in the water and I become friends with a big blue dragon

4, probably not a lot

5, If I ever see an impressive dream I’ll look it up! The dragon dream was a good sign, what good thing? The fact that I got in to Nogizaka.

💌

Question, recently at home what food have you made that’s made you go ‘yeah I think I did pretty good with this one?’

(blog name: 𖠚ᐝ)

Recently something that I made that was delicious was Green pepper kinpira, as well as lightly pickled paprika. I’ve might have overcome sweet pepper

Was it pretty good?

💌

Ah, speaking of which, the balance of my Suica card is 1003 yen, are there any perks that come with this?

(blog name: front)

With Teresa-power you will be able to change trains smoothly.

💌I’m going to ask some food terrorism questions!

1, top 3 favorite seasonings?

2, top 3 favorite soups?

3, top 3 favorite meat dishes? I want to eat meat… ( ´ཫ` )

(blog name: Muscat dan)

1, Seasoning

1.       Miso

2.       Oyster sauce

3.       Wasabi

I think I might like Asian seasonings

Ikeda could also say that she likes the five fundamental seasonings used in Japanese cooking. Sugar, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, miso. I also mention it when talking with my favorite people, why? Because I worked hard to remember them!!!!

2, Soup

1.       Egg soup

2.       Miso soup

3.       Not very spicy (important) kimchi jiigae

The clear layer of miso soup is the most delicious.

The also really loved the clam soup that I had during Hina Matsuri! With three leaved closer

3, Meat

1.       Steak

2.       Yakiniku

3.       Karaage

I couldn’t decide between Karaage, samgyeopsal, roast beef…I want to eat meat…even tho it’s late at night I committed some food terrorism! Tehe time (2022/09/22 05:54:51)

💌Hello Teresa-pan-san! ON the previous episode of Nogizaka Under Construction there was the 5th generation strength test and a worn-out Tere-pan was ‘found’. This was well received by the fans but what do you think about it?

(blog name: kotatsu douzo)

Embarrassed…

 ☎

Hello, Merono-san, I want to ask a question about this strange alien called Tere-pan. 1, What’s Tere-pan’s top 3 food with shrimp? 2,  I’m interested in Tere-pan’s conditions on adaptability to earth.

Can you please rhyme based on the names of the 5th generation members. My favorite is ‘Odoroki, Momonoki, Iokmao’

(blog name: Tere-pan ohayougozaimasu)

1,

1.       Grilled

2.       Sashimi

3.       Garlic shrimp and dish fried in garlic oil (I couldn’t decide)

My adaptability to earth is low…

2, It’s got ot be ‘Aruno, dekiruno? Dekinaino!”

(To Aruno who is sitting right next to me, I love you)

 💌 Basketball corner!

1, In the same game have you ever refereed and played? In a practice match I was refereeing, and I had to be little inside the ball line so it was rough… On a fast break I had to run like I was going to get the shot! Lmao.

2,  with my one whistle I had the pressure of deciding the outcome of the game. Throughout the game, through my whistle, I felt like a king. Teresa-chan when you were refereeing were you nervous? Excited?

3, When the game is high energy (as a referee) the response of ‘it was a back pass’ do you have that in middle and high school women’s basketball? For boys it’s only until junior basketball so I’m interested!

(blog name: Haruka Kaneda)

1, I have

Ball line, opposite side, fast break… so nostalgic, these are words I don’t really want to remember

2, When refereeing for a game with another school I was nervous (--;)

When I was doing it for a 5 on 5 it’s was more relaxed and I looked forward to it!

3, probably did

For study we watched NBA matches, the size of the court and the height of the hoop felt completely different. Something that wasn’t really helpful

💌

Question: 1, this is something I thought about when I was looking at Tere-chan’s picture and that is your lip color is really light, is that because you don’t like darker colors?

2, If you have a good way to raise your eyelashes, please tell me

(blog name: hitori ya)

1, I think you’re right, I don’t really do dark lips. When I do make up I like a lighter style

2, I can’t really do it well… so let’s borrow the power of other people (˙꒳​˙ )͟͟͞͞ =

💌

Is there any Fall anime that you want to watch!?

(blog name: Dokoku Keiho Teresa-pan)

Chainsaw man and Bleach thousand year blood war

If you have any recommendations please let me know!!!

💌

The autumn of Food, Sports, there are a lot of things to do in autumn, what kind of Autumn do you want to have? 🍂

(Blog name: futokuteitasu)

The autumn of sleep…is what I want it to be, but I love drawing so I want it to be the autumn of art!

So that’s why I drew this Mao Nao

💌

Question

1, What temperature do you have your bath set to?!

2, Are tomatoes a fruit or a vegetable?!

3, what do you but on bread?!!

4, I think Teresa-pan should do a collaboration with Frying pan!

(Blog name: Rainbow wa baito chuu)

1, 43 ℃ (cool)

2, In any case Ikeda doesn’t eat them, they could be fruit, vegetable or even meat I wouldn’t eat them ‪(´･_･`)

3, Butter

4, I thought about ‘pan’ (bread) but frying pan was unexpected. That would be good, what kind of frying pan?

I think one where I could make pancakes that look like Merono-san face would be good

ʕ·͡·ʔ “Do you want to eat me…”

💌

I’m really interested in finding out how you met Angel Bad End! (lol)

(blog name: Made in me)

I think they were handing out flyers at Kouenji station

💌

I’m a Teresa-pan Oshi from Kyushu, ♡ outside of the tour have you ever been to Kyushu? Is there somewhere in Kyushu you want to go?

(blog name: untie)

Tere-pan went to Okinawa a long time ago! My family and I made a lot of lion dogs (｢ `･ω･)｢ ｶﾞｵ

I want to go to Kagoshima and Miyazaki, and eat torisashi (chicken sashimi)! Basashi (horse sashimi) and Yukhoe are other raw meats I like

💌

Teresa-chan how do I get a face like yours? ♡ Please accept me!!!

(Blog name: Nayuta)

I’ll accept it ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

Let’s do it… Tere-portation! To a world where everyone has the same face as Ikeda! How is it?

By the way, Ikeda doesn’t like that world…

💌

I’ve never been scared or shocked but then I saw Tere-pan for the first time and I felt nervous and shocked so is it ok if I feel for you? Well…I think I already have!!

(Blog name: Noborizaka!)

I love you

💌

Question 𓂃 𓈒𓏸◌

1, How long do you brush your teeth for before going to bed?

2, I’m younger that Teresa-chan is ok for me to talk casually with you??

3, What kind of alarm do you use to get up in the morning?

4, I’m not good with mornings, how do you think one can get up earlier?

5, When you need to do something you don’t want to do how do you forget about it?

(Blog name: Jin)

1, roughly 10 minutes?

I often do it when doing the laundry 🦷

My toothbrush is one that I bought at the dentist

2, ჱ̒(._.)

3, Default iPhone alarm

4, For Ikeda she puts on a lot of alarms

5, to struggle and rage

💌

You never said “Don’t ask me questions” so is it okay for me to ask a question? “Teresa has an interesting spelling and name, are there any other names or name changes that you’ve had? I really want to know so please tell me!

(blog name: Filipe ga pinpinshiteruze)

For girl names it would Akane, for boy’s name it would be Ren!

💌Lastly, a question. Right before your new blog is uploaded is it difficult for you to answer questions?

(Blog name: Yubisuukansuu)

I found you (☆ω☆)!

 💌“Question”! Thank you for you hard work at the meet and greet. What kind of things do you talk about at the meet and greet? I want to go to a meet and greet with Teresa-pan but I thought I should do some research first. Kamen Rider Denou, is that something we could talk about.

(Blog name: Showa)

I look forward to talking to someone about Denou

By the way, are you watching Kamen Rider Geets?

 💌“Question corner”

1, Which world line would you want to go into, Evangelion or Attack on Titan?

2, You’ve been appearing in my dreams more and more, is there a meaning behind it?

3, Did you know a horse named Terepathy won the other day?

4, Could I edit one of your pictures in the name of comedy?

(blog name: Niwa ni niwa niwatori ga iru)

1, Rather than being eaten by a titan I’d rather get back in the L.C.L… Thought I would want to be titan, but at the same time I want to ride a Eva (≧∇≦)

Speaking of Shinji-kun and co. they’re younger than Aya aren’t they. They’re little babies 🍼

2, it’s fate!

3, Terepathy was born in 2020 weren’t they. This is no place for a baby

4, Once it’s complete please show it to me, （✰✰）I’m looking forward to it

💌

Recently I’ve been listening to Radirer! Everyday while I’m in bed and I fall asleep after 5 minutes. Does your voice have the power to make people feel at ease, lol here is my question! Teresa’s voice has made me fall asleep recently, can you use hypnosis!!

(blog name: Lavender)

I think you’re just tired (´･_･`)

Sleep well

I hear lavender is good for sleep, I haven’t used it!!!

💌

I have a question for Tere-pan! Are you a coarse or smooth anko person?

(blog name: Kawasaki bakery)

I like smooth anko, I want to eat a half dead ohagi (  ˙ཫ˙  )

💌

Is it okay if I ask a question? Thank you for appearing in my dreams every so often! Why are you coming into my dreams?

(blog name: pii)

It’s probably love

💌Tests are terrible! When you were a student how did you get over them?

(Blog name: ai and peace)

The most important thing is to stay strong no matter what score you get.

💌Question! Tere-chan have you ever had a part time job? If you haven’t what kind of part time job you want to try?

(blog name: Biyouin kibou)

I haven’t done a part time job before

I want to work at a yakiniku restaurant, I look forward to makanai (meals you get when working in a restaurant) 🍖( '-' 🍖 )ｵﾆ��ﾁｬﾝ

💌

Question! I haven’t really looked into Nogizaka in detail but I sometimes I would see Teresa-chan and it was love at first sight…! What songs would you recommend to a new Nogizaka fan? I really want to go meet you Teresa-chan!

(Blog name: hokahoka terebento)

Love at first sight （𓁹𖥦𓁹 ）You’re making me blush

My song recommendations ↓

Ima, Hanashita Dare ka ga iru and Arigachi na Renai!

I feels like a mix of school life and adulthood

Right now it feels like Nogizaka46 is in a transition period going from a girl to a mature woman, or that’s the image that I have. Please listen to both and I hope you like them.

💌

Question! At my first meet and greet I feel head over heels when Ikeda Teresa said ‘ehehehe’ naturally! Does it come out without thinking?

(blog name: aahhh mou!

Within your typical A + ha combination there is also ahha, and fufu, and ehehe that often come out!

Ihihi and ohoho don’t come out that often

 💌

Terepan! Terepan! On the next blog can you please use this question as the final question! Can you please do Shiki Asuka Langley hairstyle! (Soryu would be better!)

(blog name: irohaoki)

I didn’t have a picture so I made this question last ((　˙-˙　)

 Which means this corner is over ʕ·͡·ʔ☎ click

 A dream where you wish the Merono was there or would show up ʕ·͡·ʔ

I copied Mao and did a picture of me a year before… or my autumn of art number 2

Around this time last year

Peace with unkept hair and clothes and if you look closely my little finger is black with lead… It makes me nostalgic cause everyday was like that until recently

Before I joined Nogizaka, all the pictures I could find were of me and my drawings and there were only one picture of each. This is the only one that I had.

Since joining Nogizaka, my album has become much more colorful, the pictures I have from now and then are both me but it’s strange how different they are.

 The future that I drew up then is very different from what it is now, if the me from back then saw me now I hope they will smile!

 It seems that I’ve already written 100000 characters in the blog…

22.09.30 #Terepan blog # 15

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